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Technical  and  Bibliographic  Notaa/Notas  tachniquaa  at  bibliooraphiquaa 


The  inatituta  haa  attamptad  to  obtain  tha  baat 
original  copy  availabia  for  filming.  Faaturaa  of  thia 
copy  which  may  ba  bibliographically  unique, 
which  may  alter  any  of  tha  imagea  in  tha 
reproduction,  or  which  may  aignificantly  change 
the  uaual  method  of  filming,  are  checked  below. 


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Coloured  covera/ 
Couverture  de  couleur 


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r~|   Covera  demeged/ 


Couverture  endommagia 


Covera  reatored  and/or  laminated/ 
Couverture  reataurAe  at/ou  pelliculie 


□   Cover  title  miaaing/ 
La 


titre  de  couverture  manque 


I     I   Coloured  mapa/ 


Cartea  gAographiquaa  en  couleur 


Coloured  inic  (i.e.  other  than  blue  or  black)/ 
Encra  de  couleur  (i.e.  eutre  que  bleue  ou  noire) 


I     I   Coloured  plataa  and/or  iliuatrationa/ 


Planchea  at/ou  iliuatrationa  an  couleur 

Bound  with  other  material/ 
Relii  avac  d'autrea  documenta 

Tight  binding  may  cauae  ahadowa  or  diatortion 
along  interior  margin/ 

La  raliure  aarrAe  paut  cauaar  da  I'ombra  ou  de  le 
diatortion  le  long  de  le  marge  intirieucre 

Blank  leavea  added  during  reatoration  may 
appeer  within  the  text.  Whenever  poaaible,  theae 
have  been  omitted  from  filming/ 
II  ae  peut  que  certainea  pagea  blanchea  ajouttea 
lora  d'una  reatauration  apparaiaaent  dana  le  texte, 
meia,  loraqua  cela  Atait  poaaible,  cea  pagea  n'ont 
pea  AtA  filmAaa. 

Additional  commanta:/ 
Commantairea  •upplAmantairaa: 


L'Inatitut  a  microfiimA  le  meilleur  exemplaire 
qu'il  iui  e  At4  poaaible  de  aa  procurer.  Lea  d4taila 
de  cet  exemplaire  qui  aont  peut-Atre  uniquee  du 
point  de  vue  bibliographique,  qui  peuvent  modifier 
une  imege  reproduce,  ou  qui  peuvent  exiger  une 
modification  dana  la  mAthoda  normale  de  filmege 
aont  indiquAa  ci-daaaoua. 


r~n  Coloured  pegea/ 


D 


Pagea  de  couleur 

Pagea  damaged/ 
Pagea  andommagAea 

Pagea  reatored  and/oi 

Pagea  reataurAea  at/ou  pelliculAea 

Pagea  diacoloured,  atalned  or  foxei 
Pegea  dAcolorAea.  tachetAea  ou  piquAea 

Pagea  dateched/ 
Pagea  dAtachAea 

Showthroughy 
Tranaparence 

Quality  of  prir 

QualitA  InAgala  de  I'impreaalon 

Includea  supplementary  materli 
Comprenc  du  matArial  aupplAmantaire 

Only  edition  evailable/ 
Seule  Adition  diaponibia 


|~~|  Pagea  damaged/ 

p~|  Pegea  reatored  and/or  laminated/ 

|~~|  Pagea  diacoloured,  atalned  or  foxed/ 

rn  Pagea  dateched/ 

I     I  Showthrough/ 

I     I  Quelity  of  print  veriea/ 

|~~|  Includea  supplementary  material/ 

I — I  Only  edition  evailable/ 


Pagea  wholly  or  partially  obacured  by  erreta 
alipa,  tiaauaa,  etc.,  heve  been  refllmed  to 
enaura  the  beat  poaaible  image/ 
Lee  pegea  totalement  ou  pertiellement 
obacurciaa  par  un  feuillet  d'errata,  une  ^>eSure. 
etc.,  ont  AtA  filmAea  A  nouveeu  de  fe^on  A 
obtenir  le  meilleure  image  poaaible. 


Thia  item  ia  filmed  at  the  reduction  retio  checked  below/ 

Ca  document  eat  filmA  au  taux  da  rAduction  indiquA  ci-daaaoua. 


10X 

14X 

18X 

22X 

28X 

aox 

X 

12X 

16X 

aox 

24X 

28X 

32X 

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details 
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32X 

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Tha  copy  filmed  hara  hat  baan  raproducad  thanica 
to  tha  ganarosity  of: 

Library  of  Congraaa 
Photoduplication  Sarvica 

Tha  imagaa  appearing  hare  are  the  beat  quality 
pouible  considering  the  condition  and  legibility 
of  the  original  copy  and  in  Iceeping  with  the 
filming  contract  specifications. 


Original  copies  in  printed  paper  covers  are  filmed 
beginning  with  the  front  cover  and  ending  on 
the  last  page  with  a  printed  or  illustrated  impres- 
sion, or  the  back  cover  when  appropriate.  Ail 
other  original  copies  are  filmed  beginning  on  the 
first  page  with  a  printed  or  illustrated  impres- 
sion, and  ending  on  the  iaat  page  with  a  printed 
or  iliuatratad  impression. 


The  Iaat  recorded  frame  on  eacli  microfiche 
ahali  contain  tha  symbol  ^^^  (meaning  "CON- 
TINUED"), or  tha  symbol  V  (meaning  "END"), 
whichever  applies. 

Maps,  plates,  charts,  etc.,  may  be  filmed  at 
different  reduction  ratios.  Those  too  large  to  be 
entirely  included  in  one  exposure  are  filmed 
beginning  in  the  upper  left  hand  corner,  left  to 
right  and  top  to  bottom,  aa  many  frames  as 
required.  The  following  diagrams  illustrate  the 
method: 


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L'exempiaire  filmA  fut  reproduit  grice  i  la 
gAnirosltA  da: 

Library  of  Congress 
Phjiloduplicatlon  Sarvica 

Las  images  suivantas  ont  AtA  reproduites  avac  le 
plus  grand  soin,  compta  tenu  de  la  condition  at 
de  la  nattetA  da  Texemplaira  film*,  et  en 
conformity  avac  las  conditions  du  contrat  de 
fiimaga. 

Lea  exemplaires  originaux  dont  la  couverture  en 
papier  est  ImprimAe  sent  filmAs  en  commenqant 
par  la  premier  plat  et  en  terminant  soit  par  la 
derniAre  page  qui  comporte  une  empreinte 
d'impreasion  ou  d'illustration,  soit  par  la  second 
plat,  salon  le  cas.  Tous  lea  autras  exemplaires 
originaux  aont  filmte  en  commen9ant  par  ia 
premlAre  page  qui  comporte  une  empreinte 
d'impreasion  ou  d'illustration  et  en  terminant  per 
la  darnlAre  page  qui  comporte  une  telle 
empreinte. 

Un  des  symboles  suivants  apparattra  sur  la 
darnlAre  image  de  cheque  microfiche,  selon  le 
caa:  ia  symbols  »►  signifie  "A  SUIVRE",  le 
symbols  V  signifie  "FIN". 

Les  cartea,  planches,  tableaux,  etc.,  peuvent  Atre 
filmto  A  dea  taux  da  rAduction  diff Arents. 
Lorsque  le  document  est  trop  grand  pour  Atra 
reproduit  en  un  seui  clichA,  11  est  filmA  A  partir 
da  I'angie  aupArieur  gauche,  de  gauche  A  droite, 
et  de  haut  en  baa,  en  prenant  ia  nombre 
d'imagas  nAcessaira.  Las  diagrammas  suivants 
illustrent  la  mAthode. 


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AUTHOR'S  NOTE. 


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It  ii  with  rincei*  plwurore  th«t  I  •cknowledge  my  obligation!  to 
thoM  editow  and  publiAen  who  have  w  readUy  and  cheerfully 
granted  me  permiMion  to  reprint  my  verMi,  which  hare  an>eared  in 
their  pnbUcationi ;  and  the  oft^ccompanying  expf«Mion»  of  good- 
>m  and  Und  wiAet  for  this  UtUe  Tdnme  ar«  ewa  mote  grateful. 
My  explicit  ihanka  are  due  to  Forrest  Morgan  and  the  Trarelen 
Insurance  Ck>.,  Cha*   A.  Dana  and  The  Sun  Publishing  Co.,  the 
editor  of  St.  NUMat  and  The  Century  Co.,  Keppler  and  Schwart- 
mann,  publishers  of  Ptui,  the  editor  of   Truth  and  the  Truth 
Company,  the  editor  and  publlshen  of  Tkt  CM,  Dr.  T.  L.  Flood 
and  rA*  Ckautatifmm,  the  editor  of  Li/e  and  Life  Publishing  Co., 
C.  B.  De  La  Vergne,  jr.,  and  Smith,  Gray  ft  Co.,  the  D.  Lothrop 
Co.,  7VI/  DttrMt  Free  Frets,  Susan  Hayes  Ward  and  Tk*  In- 
tUptmdtnt,  Chas.  W.  Handy,  Orertand  Monthly  Publishing  Ca, 
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«     AUTHOE'lNOTE 

THE  RiDOLl  OF  THE  CLOCK 

Ambition 

OnthbShoee 

.  The  Tbaoic  Mu«E 

Gayetv    

NewYeae'«Eve ' 

Geief  .       • 

Unwbepino  oe  Unwept 

The  PoET'i  SoNo 

A  TEIH*r  OF  QUATEAIM* 

17 

LOVE'8  IMAOEEY 

ROHDBAU— A  MISTUJTOE  SFEAY  "9 

•    *o 
Peefhme 

IX)VE  TO  AMOEE  .  .     '     • 

Love  SoMo— Umeest 


M.I 


Vt 

Humility  to  Prior 
Thr  Sono  You  Sano  for 
"  Thr  Parting  Ourut  " 
r1tro8prction 
I  Would  . 
Philoprna 

CONCRIT    . 

To  a  Black  Evk      . 
Naturr   . 

A  Compound  Fracturr 
Thr  Trachrr  Dm  . 

RONDRAU— En  PA»8ANT 

.  Unrrsponsivr  . 
Thr  Nakrd  Truth 
'•  'I'HR  Ruling  Passion  ' 
An  Aftrr  Thouoht 
Sub  Rosa  . 
Etymology 
A  "Dashing  Maiden" 
My  Own  Swret  Heart 
Thr  Saddrst  Thing 
Rrquiescat  in  Pace 


"7iW«|»!«"H* 


PROEM. 

Why  dots  A*  show  kit  pamits  fUnUd  thtret 

Tlure  art  so  many,  n^f  P^*  ""^'  '"'"''• 

So  mamy  wndruMS  gardons  past  tcmpart, 

What  can  hi  kopt  for,  save  a  passing  startt 

mU.  when  a  man  has  planttd  Ihtm  with  tart. 

Has  dng  and  ttndtd,  waltrtd  aU  ht  dart, 

WauZturygHmpst ./ grttn  whUh  Hn^td  iht  hart, 

Blath  tarth,  hnown  tvery  UaJUt  th*rt, 

Bltst  tvtry  hnd  with  an  tspteial  praytr. 

Noted  eath  tolor  warm  the  amUent  atr 

Seen  every  Mossom't  cheek  tahe  on  tts  fur. 

Soft  velvet,— stupefy  we  earn  spare 

Some  smatt  excuse  for  kim.  if  he  docksre 

His  humbk  blossoms  worthy  of  a  share 

Of  our  regarding. 

Thou,  too,  he  aware 
The  toiler  is  repaid  if  he  may  tear 
One  touek  of  hrigktness  to  a  world  of  care. 
One  bhssom  for  a  village  maidm's  kair. 
One  Ht  of  bloom  to  ghw-and  witker-where 
A  dead  ckild  Hes,  whose  P^tful  features  wear 
A  smile  of  wonder  at  its  friends' despatr. 


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THE  RIDDLE  OF  THE  CLOCK. 

A  LONELY  poet  all  devoid  of  wings 
(Which  men  say  Genius  has)  to  fly, 
Was  training  him  some  thoughts  (those  stubborn  thmgs) 
To  aid  him  to  his  goal.    The  hours  flew  by, 
And  as  they  passed,  his  patient  time-piece  broke 
Upon  his  thought.    Thereon  the  poet  spoke : 

"  Curses  on  thee,  slave  of  Time ! 
With  thy  dull,  inswtent  chime ; 
With  thy  hands  which  point  the  way 
Where  the  night  gropes  toward  the  day ; 
With  thy  caUn,  unrestful  face 
Ever  staring  into  space : 
How  thy  constancy  doth  mock 
AH  ti^  restless  strife,  O  clock ! 

"  Ha !    Thou  art  a  very  Sphinx 
Staring,  placid,  and  methinks 
That  thy  riddle,  still  unread, 
Is  thai  which  thou  just  hast  said. 
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A  PATCH  OF  PANSIBS. 

*'  Whose  those  dozen  monotones ! 
Yesternight's  last  dying  moans? 
Or  the  Pallas-shouts,  thus  freeing, 
As  the  new  day  leaps  to  being  ? 
Symbols  of  the  death  and  birth. 
Both  in  one,  of  things  of  Earth  ? 
Both  in  one  ?    Then  in  that  blending 
Can  bepttmng  be,  or  eiuKng  t 

**  Or  by  that  repeated  strain 
Of  monotonous  refrain, 
Dost  thou  aim  to  tell  us  how 
Time  is  never  aught  but  Now  t 
That  we  are  as  evanescent 
As  that  ever-passing  Present  ? 

"  'T  is  thy  riddle,  not  devolving 
On  a  humble  bard  for  solving. 
'T  is  the  riddle  of  the  ages 
Still  disputed  by  the  sages. 
Where,  O,  where  the  CEdipus 
Who  will  solve  it  now  for  us  ?  " 

He  ceased,  and  still  the  oM  clock's  f  tee 
With  stolid  stare  looked  into  space, 
And  stiU  it  guided  on  its  way 
The  blind  Nifht  ^pi&g  towards  the  dty. 


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AMBITION. 

AMBITION,  comrade-mine,  I  lag,  I  tire ; 
The  heights  which  you  would  aid  me  to,  ariie 
So  far  away,  nor  stop  for  clouds  or  skies. 
The  wondrous  peak,  to  which  I  've  dared  aspire, 
I  've  only  known  by  echoes  from  a  lyre 

Touched  by  a  Byrcn ;  or  when  my  dim  eyes 
Through  Shakespeare's  glass  have  seen,  and,  made 
more  wise,  . 

Have  feared  to  look  upon  my  soul's  desire. 

And  yet  I  do  not  murmur  at  the  steeps ; 

But  hard  is  this  unvaried,  low  extent 
Whose  weary  length  before  Parnassus  creeps. 

Oh.  joyfully  I  'd  try  the  rough  ascent : 
Though  staffless,  worn,  and  tried  by  fearful  leaps, 

I  'd  toil  toward  the  stars,  and  be  content. 


ck's  ftUre 
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ON  THE  SHORE. 

THE  lustful  Storm-King  seized  the  sobbing  Sea, 
While  pander  Darkness  lent  his  dreaded  paU 
And  bugler  Wind  blew  out  a  battle-calL 
The  Thunder  Uughed  in  gruff  and  dismal  glee ; 
The  Sky  cloud-veiled  her  eyes,  fain  not  to  see, 
Nor  plea  nor  protest  rose  among  them  all ; 
When  lo !  a  circled  light  pierced  through  the  thrall, 
Touching  the  Sea's  breast  with  its  purity. 

I  lighUy  mused :— "  A  Cyclops'  Udless  eye? 

Or  jewel  discarded  by  the  mourning  sky?" 

Then,  "  Nay,  is't  not  the  Sea's  soul,  calm  and  clear 

—Though  all  her  form  racked  by  the  Storm-fiend  lie,-- 
And  smiling  at  the  powers  of  Force  and  Fear?" 
O  love !  so  were  my  soul  if  thou  wert  near. 


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lobbing  Sea, 
Ireaded  pall 
tle-caU. 
smal  glee ; 
ot  to  see, 
them  all ; 
through  the  thrall, 
rity, 

iueye? 
gsky?" 

oul,  calm  and  clear 
Stonn>fiend  Me, — 
orce  and  Fear  ?  " 
>u  wert  near. 


THE  TRAGIC  MUSE. 

«i  TMWN  ftnt  he  wooed  Melpomene,  he  cried, 

W^.l'lirJo  my  grief  lend^ou  thy  -^d  n^^ 
And  men  thaU  yield  me  amaranthme  baya  ? 

"Doth  Gri^f  cha-e  gaudy  bubble. r'^e  repl«d 
Abaahed  he  clutched  the  grave  reproof.       I  « 
My  wrrow  through  the  weary  coming  day^ 
Nor  seek  to  lob  it  .weedy  in  my  Uy*-^ 

•'  Does  Sorrow  «>rrow  le«  when  unde«:ned  ? 

The  glow  of  humanising  force  m  woe. 
To  .tar  the  darkne..  of  the  wmbre  mgh^       ,, 


GAYETY. 

KNOW'ST  thou  alluring  Gayety  and  these 
Who  tread  within  her  toilsome,  tiresome  mill, 
Doing  the  penance  of  her  frivolous  will  ? 
Not  Tantalus  nor  Sisyphus  seeks  ease 
More  vainly  than  this  band  of  devotees, 
Who  climb  a  constantly  receding  hill, 
Who  drink  a  draught  which  cloys,  but  docs  not  fill. 
Who  surfeit  self,  but  may  not  self  appease. 


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A  glance  at  Gayety  seems  all  delight, 
For  every  Circe  is  at  first  most  kind. 
But  envy  not  the  ones  who  have  enshrined 
The  siren  as  a  goddess.    Folly's  rite 
Instills  a  lightness  not  of  heart,  but  mind. 
And  constant  sweets  make  ill  the  appetite. 


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NEW  YEAR'S  EVE. 

THE  prophet  Youth  tingi  triumphs  to  be  won  ; 
Age  it  content  because  he  can  remember ; 
The  gallant,  good  Old  Year's  great  deeds  are  done ; 
He  leant  uponhb  Minister,  December. 

Hit  body-guard  of  dayt  hat  fought  the  fight ; 

Grim  Death  completet  the  triumph  of  Ditatter ; 
Earth  weept  her  lord  and  tympathixing  Night 

Drapes  black  about  her ;  so  farewell,  old  Master. 

But  now,  the  moon  unveils  her  clouded  face ; 

Earth  feels  her  kits  in  pure  maternal  pleasure ; 
And  January  with  a  rough,  rude  grace, 

Offert  the  infant  Year  a  hott  of  treature. 

Good  morning,  bright  New  Year,  and  here 's  a  toast 
To  all  the  good  you  find  ut  worth  the  gmng ; 

Good  night.  Old  Year;  we  mourn  your  death  the  mott 
By  giving  royal  wekome  to  the  living. 


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GRIEF. 

GRIEF  it  not  evil,  though  its  c*ute 
SeeiM  ill  to  our  believing, 
For  who,  though  he  could  form  the  Uwi 
Which  rule  ut  all,  but  what  would  pause 
Before  he  banished  grieving? 

Couldst  thou  be  saved  from  thy  distress. 

Be  saved  from  earnest  sorrow. 
Be  sure  thy  nature  then  were  less 
And  might  not  hold  the  happiness 
Reserved  for  some  to-morrow. 

The  cup  which  makes  thy  lips  afraid 

May  prove  a  kind  nepenthe  ; 
The  gloom  may  be  refreshing  shade 
To  rest  thee,  like  a  wooded  glade. 
When  summer  suns  have  spent  thee. 

Man  did  not  rise  above  the  beast 
Till  he  could  grieve  in  season, 
Nor  shall  hU  woe  and  pain  have  ceased. 
Till  north  nor  south  nor  west  nor  east 
Shall  give  grief  cause  or  reason. 


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reason. 


UNWBBPING  OR  UNWEPT. 

"II NWBPT,  unhonored,  and  unsung  " 

U    W«e  n^  the  worst  of  Fortune's  bringing ; 
Dread,  rather,  thine  own  eyes  and  tongue 

Unweeping  and  unsinging. 
Unweeping  for  thy  brother,  bound 

But  struggling  in  the  sombre  Night, 

Unsinging  from  thy  v«tf8«-8r"* 
The  happy  tidings  of  the  Light 

Weep  and  be  me  thou  shalt  be  'rept. 

Sing  gUdly,  and  the  Joy-tounda  ringing 
M^rSie  Jie  «,ul,  which  long  hath  slept. 

To  echo  back  thy  singing. 
Let  fall  thy  tears!    Let  rite  thy  itrain ! 

So  canst  thou  never  be  among 
Those  heritors  of  man't  disdain, 

Th*  "  unwept,  unhonored,  and  unsung. 


ti 


II' .- 


THE  POET'S  SONG. 

THE  po«f«  tuneful  voice  brought  forth  a  song, 
A  song  whose  words  were  solace,  and  whose  breath, 
Might  resurrect  dead  hope.    The  troubled  throng 
Who  tread  life's  shortening  highway  down  to  death. 
Heard  with  their  hearts,  and  in  their  varied  ways 
They  viewed  life  under  brighter,  lighter  rays ; 
Whereat  they  cried  aloud  the  singer's  praise. 

They  did  not  know  he  made  his  perfect  song 
To  cheer  kinuelf,  and  not  the  world  about. 
Nor  that  he  pitched  it  true  and  clear  and  strong 
To  drown  the  voices  of  unfaith  and  doubt. 
Oh  it  is  weU  that  none  may  singly  own 
A  touch  of  beauty,  thought,  nor  tint,  nor  tone  : 
Though  born  of  him,  it  is  not  his  alone. 


^1 


.  ..liiiiMiiS^ff'^^'^"^^ 


forth  a  song, 
e,  and  whose  breath, 
oubled  throng 
ay  down  to  death, 

their  varied  ways 
r,  lighter  rays; 
inger's  praise. 

rfect  song 
rid  about, 
9X  and  strong 
nd  doubt, 
ttgly  own 
)r  tint,  nor  tone  : 
his  alone. 


.•■'•^mmmim»mMi<Kmtfit^ 


^^> 


LOVE'S  IMAGERY. 


I. 

LOVE  is  a  bubbling,  sparkling  brook. 
Springing  up  from  any  nook, 
Sunning  itself  as  it  lolls  along, 
Singing  a  snatch  of  happy  song. 
Thinking  the  world  but  a  gentle  hill 
To  speed  the  course  of  a  careless  riU. 

n. 

Love  is  a  river,  broadening,  deepening, 
With  eddying  spots  and  borders  steepening ; 
And  who  can  stey  or  guide  its  course 
As  on  it  rolls  with  gathering  force  ? 
And  who  can  say  to  where  't  is  tending, 
Whether  to  gUding,  peaceful  ending, 
Or  whither  the  rapids  beat  the  rocks 
In  constant,  endless,  sudden  shocks. 
Till  wearied  and  weak  by  hopeless  fight, 
They  madly  leap  Niagara's  height  ? 
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A  PATCH  OF  PANSISS. 


ftt- 


III. 

Love  is  an  ocean,  wide  as  life, 
But  rippled  and  waved  by  smallest  stnfe. 
Every  cloud  that  appears  m  aw 
Shadows  the  surface  here  or  there. 
Shifting  winds  and  storms  of  doubt 
Trouble  and  surge  and  sweep  about. 
And  the  tide  of  passion's  awful  force 
Com«,  flooding  ;iong  its  heedle»cour«.. 

But  often  the  sky  is  blue,  and  oft 
The  sun  is  warm  and  the  breeze  »  "Jj;^ 
And  whatever  the  strife  that  stirs  its  breast. 
Deep,  deep  down  is  a  perfect  rest. 


UBS. 


lest  strife. 


RONDEAU-A  MISTLETOE  SPRAY. 

A  MISTLETOE  spray— so  parched,  so  dry, 
But  the  rarest  blossom  faUs  to  vie, 
As  I  hold  it  these  brief  feet  in  air, 
And  see  !-again  she  is  standing  thwe. 
As  pure  and  bright  as  the  summer  sky. 
Nav  summer  similes  scarce  apply. 
T  U I  long-sped  Christmas  call,  this  sigh. 
And  only  the  fair  yule-time  may  wear 
A  mistletoe  spray. 

Sweet,  on  that  dayof-the-day^  when  I 
Dreamed  the  boy-god  sped  his  shafts  awry, 
This  it  was  told  me  to  do  and  dare ; 
You  under  thU  in  your  sun-spun  hair ; 
This— so  I  treasure  it  till  I  die—  • 
A  mistletoe  spray ! 


» 


I  A 


«• 


^i|»!!!>8i;g:-.'taJfey""'-'»g''^^*'' 


PERFUME. 

A  TINY,  wandering  iylphid  bruthed  my  Kp^ 
Ai  iped  she  from  a  field  flower  to  the  Ay. 
In  that  brief  instant,  as  she  passed  me  by, 
A  flutter  of  the  diaphanic  tips 
Of  ether  wings  waved  dainty,  grateful  sips 
Of  half-forgot  perfume  to  me,  and  I 
Was  fain  to  close  my  lids  and  softly  sigh, 
And  lo !  to-day  for  me  was  in  eclipse. 

The  ghosts  of  glimmering  stars  of  that  last  night ; 
A  witchery  of  voice,  of  glance,  of  dress. 
An  echo  of  a  softly  spoken  **  Yes," 
Lived  once  again.    Then  the  dUturbmg  light 
Of  this  unblest  to-day  put  forth  its  blight, 
And  all  the  fragrance  turned  to  bitterness ! 


\\ 


truthed  my  tipi, 
lower  to  the  sky. 
Mied  me  by, 

prateful  sips 
!,  and  I 
1  Mftly  ligb, 
Bclipie. 

t  of  that  last  night ; 
ce,  of  dress, 
*Yes," 

disturbing  light 
b  itt  blight, 
1  to  bitterness  1 


LOVE  TO  ANGE^. 

DEAR  one,  't  is  less  of  a  task,  I  sarmise. 
For  brows  to  be  placid,  than  frownmgly  knit ; 
And  surely  no  voice  should  discordantly  nse 
When  music  were  less  of  an  effort  for  it. 

We  are  so  heedless,  love,  when  we  are  sure. 

Once,  what  Cupid's  service  came  ever  amiM  ? 
Then  Anger  dissembled  and  Love  would  endure, 

And  harshest  reproach  was  a  vehement  kiss. 

Love,  let  those  days  come  again  and  remain, 
For  kisses  can  punish  as  well  as  reward ; 

You  etmld  not  give  any  more  chastening  pain 
Than  caresses  of  anger,  stiU  showing  regard. 


it 


f<SSSSS;^'^'i6ft."^>^s*^®®** 


?jjuMe*W*i«M«»*'«W 


LOVr.  SONG-UNREST. 
I  OVE  did  not  come  with  a  rushing  wing 

L    To  itorm  and  wiM  my  brewt. 
But  he  c«neM.n«neleM  little  thing 

With  trifle,  to  do  wd  wy  and  •««  • 
Plea«u»t  were  they,  yet  brought  unreit, 
pieawnt,  yet  brought  unrest. 

Anon,  hi.  voice  took  wnou.  ritag 
And  then  conunand  exprewefl. 
And  to !  I  found  that  I  could  not  bnng 
My  h^alt  from  itt  mad,  mad  worshipprng 
At  the  .hrine  of  a  wild  unrct, 
The  shrine  of  a  wUd  unrest. 

I  weep  with  Joy  and  with  sorrow  sing; 

O,  am  I  curst  or  blest  ? 
Troibled  am  I  if  to  me  love  cling. 
But  lost  am  I  if  away  »<>;•  rj^fr        . 

So  kiM  me.  Love,  as  I  kws  Unrest , 

Kissme!  I  kiss  Unrest! 


NREST. 

ti  A  ruthing  wing 
ny  brewt, 
I  little  thing 
and  sing ; 
brought  unreit, 
inrest. 

9U8  riiig 
pressed, 
ovAA  not  bring 
aad  worshipping 
i  unrest, 
nrest. 

Ii  sorrow  sing ; 

? 

love  cling, 

ve  wing, 

[  kiss  Unrest ; 

est! 


HUMILITY   TO   PRIDE. 

nVK  wms  close  comntdes  ?    In  your  sutely  face 
VJ    My  gayness  mirrored?     Your  proud  voice  and 

mine 
In  pleased  companionship  ?    It  is  a  grace 
Diogenes  himself  would  scarce  decUne. 

I  had  not  known  this  sweet  and  strange  surprise. 
Not  known  deUghfs  soft  fragrance  such  as  this, 

Had  I  the  Joy  to  see  ilw  Ught  your  eyes. 
To  cUsp  you  dose  and  feel  your  lu«:ious  kiss. 

For  dainty  vines  embrace  the  meanest  tree ; 

And  UtUe  Cupid,  when  he  draws  his  bow, 
l8  blinder  than  his  slaves,  or  if  he  we, 

He  cares  not  if  his  aim  be  high  or  low. 

The  ardent  tun  of  love  shines  not  for.  me^ 
But  mine  the  clear,  ideal  start  to  view ; 

And  I  am  proudly  pleased  that  Fate's  decree 
GrLTmrthei  p-«onle«  bright  smUe.  from  you. 


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^v^ifMMroi^-' 


I !  ) 


li 


THE  SONG  YOU  SANG  FOR  MB. 

r\H  SWEBTBR.  mow  .weet  th«i  th.  cultured  tone 

O    Of  wopetfinger't  lowing  note^ 

Or  the  bird.'  £.d  glee,  or  the  w»v«.  ."d  n^o«». 

%r  the  tuneful  tinkle  <^Jl^'^i:^'::^,,,  ,,.  world 

Wm  the  wng  you  tang  for  me  Hone  »na 

wM  June,  own— Md  my 

Wm  the  iong  you  wng-twai  »u  our 
^1        heart  beat  rhythmic  tune. 

Is  treasured  in  memory  s  wiae  •?»»-«« 
my  heart. 

gave  them  a  life  for  me. 


"THE  PARTING  GUEST." 


G  FOR  MB. 

an  the  cultured  tone 

notes, 

ei'  uA  moan, 

ie  throati 

one  and  all  the  world 

t\\  our  own— and  my 


refrain 

ipaced  vaulu ; 

remain, 

0  Time'i  aisaulta, 

■ome  wandering,  ttrag- 

sigh  it  echoes  through 


rft  caress 

lod-bye ; 

prised  them  less 

(hful  siQfh. 

re  nau^t  and  the  song 

athed  your  thought  and 


MAIDEN,  from  beyond  the  Rhir 
Liebchen,  with  the  lips  of  wii 


Rhine, 
winc^ 

Were  these  lips  to  visit  thine. 
What  would  those  lips  say  to  mme  ? 
Thus  I  spoke  unto  my  dear, 
Who  knows  my  heart  and  has  no  fear, 
"  Liebchen,  with  the  lips  of  wme. 
What  would  those  lips  say  to  mme  ? 

Said  that  maiden  in  reply, 

--She  who  loves  as  weU  as  I— 

"  Gentle  sir,  thy  speech  is  plam. 

But  should  these  lips  enteruin 

Thy  bold  lips,  mine  own  were  fam 

Just  to  say '  Aufwiederseh'n,' 

To  repeat  the  old  refrain  ^^^ 

•  We  '11  meet  again ;  Aufwiederseh  n ! 

So,  whene'er  those  lips  meet  mine 
And  I  quaff  their  nectared  wine, 
When  they  part,  they  pout  again 
And  that  means  "  Aufwiedirseh  n ; 
And  we  swear  by  that  caress. 
We  shall  never  love  the  leu, 
For  our  hearts  shall  still  remain 
True  to  that "  Aufwiederseh'n." 
•9 


'!  fl 


j,"«^V#3?A  ''*■" 


RETROSPECTION. 

"T  WERE  better  had  we  never  met, 
I  And  yet, 

Our  meeting  I  can  not  regret. 

Because  the  day  has  passed  and  night  set  in 

Why  should  one  wish  the  day  had  never  been  ? 

Why  did  we  only  say  "  Good-bye  ?" 
'  A  sigh, 

A  word,  had  given  doubt  the  lie. 

One  ardent  smile  had  been  a  golden  ray 

To  melt  the  coolness,  which  between  us  lay. 


The  radiant  brightness  of  a  glance. 

Perchance, 
Kad  lightened  shaded  circumstMice. 
A  single  glimmering,  regretful  tear 
Had  ;«hcd  away  my  dismal,  doubtmg  fear. 


ever  met, 
And  yet, 

t. 

and  night  set  in, 

,y  had  never  been  ? 


1-bye?" 
A  sigh, 

elie. 

a  golden  ray 

I  between  us  lay. 


.glance, 

rchance, 

timstance. 

dvl  tear 

Ml,  doubting  fear, 


I  WOULD. 

1  WOULD  write  of  you,  love,  in  an  ode  or  a  sonnet. 
I  To^  the  Xme  were'a  garb  to  the  m«.e  who  might 

(W  flounced  «  «  epic,  or  cut  ..  a  ballad) 
To  heighten  what  chann  she  possesses, 
And  liKhten  the  faults  she  confesses 

And  brighten  her  vi«Mje,  no  matter  how  palhd. 

If  my  pen  were  that  shaft  which  the  boy-god  I^ink 
In  my  heart  and  the  fluid  it  touched  were  theink^ 

vl  praise  you  in  rubrics  commanding  mspectwn . 
But,  dear,  every  thought  is  so  true 

■to,  th.  Uar»  ol  Penwch  might  «»T  the  lyric 

And  B«.ri~  "«;,*•  JS^r*^^  Q««"  <"  *• 
And  Fame  would,  perforce,  own  /«»  \c 

Graces.  ^       •    ^ 

T  were  done,  were  it  not  for  the  crimes 

%T^l't^"' -"^"^  -■'  "^  "^ 

places. 


a  ode  or  «  sonnet, 
the  muse  who  might 

cut  as  a  ballad) 

ises, 

» 

;ter  how  pallid. 

he  boy-god  I«t  sink 
ed  were  the  ink, 
aiding  inspection ; 


tsing  direction. 

envy  the  lyric 
legyric; 
,wn  you  Queen  of  the 

crimes 

I  they  vwi'i  keep  their 


PHILOPENA. 

ROGUISH,  chic,  petite  Helena 
Ate  with  me  a  phUopena. 
••  Now,"  she  cried,  "  't  is  give  and  take  ; 
You  must  keep  your  wiu  awake ; 
Not  an  instant  be  remiss, 
Though  I  proflfer  you  a  kiss." 
Ere  her  voice  had  ceased  expressmg, 
My  lipa  to  her  lips  were  pressing. 

Triumph  conquered  indignation. 
And  with  gleeful  exclamation, 
•*  Philopena ! "  clamored  she, 
"  For  you  took  a  kiss  from  me." 
•'  Nay,  my  wise  one,  nay,  not  so ; 
I  did  but  a  kiss  bestow. 
You  accepted  it,  Helena, 
And  from  me,  hence— philopena !  - 

"  Ah ! "  she  eric  i,  "  if  it 's  contested, 
I  'm  becoming  interested. 
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30 


A  PA  TCH  OP  PANSIBX, 

We  '11  begin  anew  to  try 
Who  shaU  conquer,  you  or  I. 
I  '11  be  ever  on  my  guard ; 
Every  glance  from  you  1  'U  ward ; 
If  a  muscle  to  you  cater,         ^^ 
Atrophy  may  aeii?  the  traitor. 

Then  I  pleaded  :    "  Lo^^X  »«<*«»• 
Take  m  and  my  heart  o'ertaden 
With  the  love  it  brings  to  you. 
White  lida  veil  her  eyes  of  blue. 
And  her  warm  heart  tints  her  cheeks, 
Tin  at  length  she  slowly  speaks: 
"  Muscles  of  the  heart,  you  know, 

Are  involuntary,  so 

You  have  won,  for  they  wiU  take  you. 

What  gift,  victor,  shall  I  make  you  ? 

"  Gift !    Oh,  I  am  paid,  Hel«aa ; 
^yourulf  the  phUopena. 
Had  I  lost  you,  ghoulUh  pain. 
Wed  with  sorrow— wretched  twain  ! 
Would  have  seised  my  broken  heart 
And  devc  ured  it,  part  and  part. 
As  we,  O,  my  sweet  Helena, 
Ate  that  blissful  philopena. 


1  ward ; 


ly  maideDi 
srUden 
you." 
if  blue, 
i  her  checks, 
speaks: 
ou  know, 


wiU  take  you 
make  you  ? 


Helena ; 

la. 

ipain, 

ched  twain  !— 

broken  heart 

nd  part, 

lena, 


CONCEIT. 

CONCEIT,  the  world  may  hear  me !    I  confeu 
That  once  I  loved  thee.    This  much  do  I  own 
Nor  say  it  in  a  light  nor  covert  tone, 
As  men  oft  own  a  folly.    The  distress 
Of  failure  thou  couldst  soothe,  or  doubly  bless 
A  slender  triumph.    Thou,  and  thou  alone, 
Hadst  faith  in  me,  when  all  the  world  had  flown. 
Good  sooth !  but  mortals  oft  are  loved  for  less. 

But  constant  to  me  as  I  thought  thee,  thou 
Hast  raised  a  frenzy  that  I  may  not  quell, 

For  lo  !  thy  kiss  is  on  another's  brow, 
(Deny  it  not,  Conceit,  for  I  can  tell) 
And  though,  whea  mine,  I  loved  thee  pauiug  well. 

Since  thou  art  his,  contempt  doth  gorge  me  now. 


» 


TOABLACKEYB. 

i^iMMERIAN  optic !  how  thou  hwt  poweiWJd 
CIS^lSS.  world',  atteut    When  thou  wert  fair 
And  Uke  thy  feUow,  void  of  '«»<«•••«; 

None  with  thy  <^"^'^r^fj'^^'^' 
Now  in  thy  purple  and  fine  Unen  dressed 

E^  modeS  «aiden^  pa«ang.  at  thee  «.^e. 
Although  they  never  met  thee  otherwhere, 
in  former  iys.  unstained,  wert  thou  so  blest? 

Ah  Virtue's  even  course  runs  on  for  aye, 

'A^S^no  Remarks  it.    GoodU  reckoned  «/. 

So  runs  the  world.    »***  •"^  ^^^L^  n. .  m 
"Thy  dexter  optic !  to.  how  free  from  Ul ! 

v-»  now  meseems.  the  very  asses  bray 

Md  ?nTbUckened  woe  he-haw  theu  fill. 


E. 

I  hMt  powetied 
hen  thou  wert  fair 
icious  air, 
Duch  impreued. 
dressed 

J,  at  thee  st^.e, 
e  otherwhere, 
bou  so  blest? 

for  aye, 

1  is  reckoned  mt. 

iterday 

free  from  iUt" 

■  bray 

s  hee>haw  their  fill. 


NATURE. 

I  STOOD  within  the  city  park,  and  sad 
Was  I  to  see  that  sordid  man  had  left 
So  little  love  for  Nature  ;  was  so  reft 
Of  his  innate  simplicity  by  mad 
And  selfish  struggles  with  the  world  to  add 

Gold  unto  gold.  "  He  keeps  hU  martt  of  theft, 
Counting  that  robber  greatest,  who  most  deft. 
Nor  knows  he 's  thralled,  while  freedom  here  is  had. 

"  How  strange  are  human  preference  and  choice 
Which  revel  in  the  town's  tumultuous  din, 
Nor  seek  this  place  where  mankind  may  r^ice 
iHfetue,  as  erst  they  did  ere  towns  had  been ! 

As  thus  I  mused,  there  came  a  sudden  voice, 
•*  Kape  ail  that  grass,  now,  or  I  'U  run  yes  in." 


i 


ss 


i 


iS4M*«*>3&>»fci''~'^***'"'  ■''■**®'' 


A  COMPOUND  FRACTURE. 

ROMDtL. 

SINCE  AiiMiryUif  Smith  no  more  ii  Smith, 
And  wed  and  fled  n  iweet  Ne«ra  Jonct, 
I  loudly  cry  that  Cnpid  it  a  myth, 
But  tecretly  I  weep  his  chubby  bones 
And  covertly  I  make  these  many  moans. 

For  of  the  world  I  seem  not  part  nor  lith 
Since  AmarylUs  Smith  no  more  is  Smith, 

And  wed  and  fled  is  sweet  Ne«ra  Jones. 

The  pumpkin-pie  has  lost  a  certain  pith ; 

The  tender  turkey  sings  in  saddened  tones , 

The  buckwheat  batter  blooms  and  bears ;  btit 

with 
That  dearth  of  flavor  all  exUtence  owns, 
Since  AmarylUs  Smith  no  more  is  Smith, 
And  wed  and  fled  is  sweet  Ne«ra  Jones. 


m 


TURE. 


more  w  Smith, 
!ct  Nesra  Jonct, 
•  a  myth, 
by  bones 
lany  motnt, 
not  part  nor  lith 
lO  more  is  Smith, 
e«ra  Jones, 
certain  pith ; 

in  saddened  tones ; 
IS  and  bears ;  btit 

1  existence  owns, 
lore  is  Smith, 
eet  Nesra  Jones. 


THE  TEACHER  DID. 

A  nOHDIAU  or  A  WtSTFRH  SCHOOt. 

"  UOLD  up  your  hands,"  the  teacher  cried, 

n    And  wtuid  have  added  this  beside, 
"  You  who  have  been  to  school  at  all," 
For  young  and  old  and  large  and  small 
Had  gathered  there  from  near  and  wide. 

It  was  not  easy  to  divide 
The  motley  throng,  so  to  decide. 
He  raised  his  voice  in  sudden  call, 
"  Hold  up  your  hinds ! " 

Some  children  screamed,  while  others  tried 
Beneath  the  furniture  to  hide  ; 
But  one  game  infant,  near  the  wall, 
Pulled  forth  a  "  gun  "  and  yelled    By  gol  \ 
I  haint  no  tender-footed  snide  •, 
Hold  up  your  hands ! " 


37 


mv 


RONDEAU— EN  PASSANT. 

I  KNOW  the  'U  look.    I  know  It,  though 
1    One  weU  might  think  the  doe*  not  know 
Whose  eyes  we  on  her  comelineu 
At  on  ihe  comes,  but  I  can  guess 
What  gives  her  face  that  sudden  glow. 

She  •*  by.    Now  will  she  turn  N-Ye»-no- 
Aha !    I  smile  in  glee,  for  lo ! 
Her  longing  she  can  not  repress 
I  know  she 'U  look. 

Think  not  that  I  'm  a  flirt  or  beau. 
Or  ogling,  cheap  Lotiiario, 
Or  she— the  's  modest  to  excew  ; 
But  I  am  poor  and  had  to  dress 
My  last  year's  bonnet  over,  so 
I  *»iw  she'd  took. 


8ANT. 

gw  it,  though 
does  not  know 
ineu 
(ueM 
den  glow. 


n  ?— Yet— no— 

•  ! 

rets 

>k. 

rbeao, 
cen; 


■o 
>k. 


SHE  waved  her  graceful  hand  to  roe 
And  glanced  and  nodded  at  I  pawed. 
I  'm  of  a  poor  and  low  degree ; 
Sh    with  the  proudert  let  ia  clasMHi. 


And  yet  she  waved  her  hand  to  me  ; 

Fair  hand  !  which  scoret  have  vainly  tought,- 
And  frowned,  yc^  Buahed  perchance,  to  lee 

That  I  pasted  on  and  heeded  not. 

For  that  hand  some  would  do  or  die. 

But  I  am  not  as  others  are  ; 
She  waved  her  hand.    No  heed  took  I, 

But  guided  on  my  cable-car.. 


„i;5;z5?w*?-»'^i?? 


UTH. 

-man,  for  the  fleeter 
tasy-mcvii^  meter, 
II,  alas ! 

I  are  but  meet 
wand/eet. 


"THE  RULING  PASSION." 

GO  to  ye  men  who  seek  an  ordinary  woman's  '  Ves," 
'^Aidpityme.yegenUegod.!  /  loved -e^i^-; 
With  fervor  I  implored  her  to  accept  my  heart  and  hand  . 
Se^^w^r  cam'e  to  me  by  mail,  and  thus  that  answer 
scanned : 

"Not  available  at  present    No  lack  of  merit 

nece«ianly  implied.     Similar  articles  already  o„ 

hand.     Often  forced  to  reject  what  others  iu», 

use." 

I  kissed  the  h«.d  that  sr.ote  me  (or  rather,  kissed  the 

But  d^Iided  back  the  many  fervid   letters  I  had 

And^enrty  hinted  I  might  be  a  more  deserving  man 
To  know  wherein  I  failed  with  ker,  «.d  thus  her  answer 

ran : 

"  Cannot  undertake  to  give  personal  criticisms. 

Stamps  must  be  enclosed  to  insure  return  of  MSS. 


m 


i 


AN  AFTERTHOUGHT. 

I.— THB  DUD. 


"  QWEETS  to  the  iweet,"  I  pen 
O    upon  this  c«ndy-box 

And  tend  it  to  the  faireit,  then, 
Who  breathes  and  walks. 

11.— 11BP1NTAHC«. 

"  Sweets  to  the  sweet,"  I  penned. 

:.Iy  fond  heart  almost  steps. 
O,  fool !  to  write  her  thus  and  send 

Those  lemon  drops. 


4« 


et,"  I  pen 
box 
t,  then, 
ks. 


I  penned. 

:  stops. 

tts  and  send 


YOU  would  n't  think  a  man  like  me 
Would  let  such  fooliah  passion  gather, 
But— well,  I  loved  Tom's  wife  and  she, 
I  thought  she  seemed  ^o  like  it  rather. 

I  almost  feel  her  kisses  still ; 

That  ia— O,  well,  I  had  to  let  her. 
You  see,  die  really  cared  until 

One  luckless  day,  and  thenr-Tom  met  her. 


rew  children  u«ed  to 

>up!" 
time,  I  hold  it  true 

oto!" 

0  improved  upon, 

oon!" 


A  "DASHING"  MAIDEN. 

I'M  a  m«id  of  h^jpy  summers,  not  too  many,  rot  too 
few,  ^        . 

I  always  do  the  things  which  people  say  one  ought  to  do ; 
I  move  in  best  society,  observing  all  its  law, 
It  really  puzzles  me  to  see  wherein  I  have  a  flaw  ; 
But  someway,  somehow,  somewhere,  Fortune's   favor 
seems  to  miss  me. 
For  though  I  'm  not  unsightly. 
Men  all  treat  me  so  politely, 
And  never  one  is  rude  enough  to 

I  'm  amicable  to  foibles,  do  not  deprecate  cigars, 

Vote  a  chaperon  a  nuisance  for  a  walk  beneath  the 

stars ;  j    r   «.•  t 

I  can  talk  with  wii  or  wisdom,  not  a  subject  do  I  shiri^ 
From  the  much-enduring  weather,  up  to  Browning  and 

his  work.  .  . 

I  am  maidenly  and  modest,  but,  I  hope  not  ioo  straight- 

laced. 
And  I  own  I  never  thought 

Men  were  such  a  prudent  lot  

That  the  coat-sleeve  never  wrapped  around 

4S 


li    T 


46 


A  PATCH  OP  PANSISS. 


Mama  tells  me  I  'm  a  belle,  and  brother  says  I  'm  "  not 

so  bad," 
And  Papa  always  pays  the  bills,  no  matter  what  the  fad ; 
I  'm  danced  and  driven,  flirted  with,  no  doubt  I  'm  very 

g»y. 

But  everything  is  done  in  such  •.preptr  sort  of  way. 
That,  though  I  'm  very  happy  and  would  covet  nothing 
rash, 

Still  I  hope  it  un't  harmful 

Just  to  want  to  be  an  — 
And  to  fed  the  tittillation  of  a  bold 


.-.^^-j-^.— I ii»jiiiuiniii       jiiWi      'i"'""J^3J^'*'i'feiVi    a"   (•** 


/£S. 

>ther  says  I  'm  "  not 

latter  what  the  fad ; 
no  doubt  I  'm  very 

^  sort  of  way, 
rould  covet  n<^ing 


MY  OWN  SWEET  HEART. 

DEAR  heart !  aye,  dearest  of  t^e  earth  ! 
Long,  long  ago  I  learned  thy  worth, 
And  prized  it  ere  my  lips  could  frame 
Thy  praise — ^and  still  I  love  the  same. 

None  other  sends  my  tingling  blood 
Its  happy  course,  with  joyous  flood. 
None  other  yields  such  sympathy 
And  pains  with  all  that  troubles  me. 

In  days  of  misery  gone  by, 
By  other  hearts  betrayed  was  I ; 
But  thou,  dear  one,  wiU  constant  be 
Till  life  hath  ceased  in  thee  and  me. 

Yea,  I  can  swear  thou  'rt  "  all  my  own," 
And  **  ever  constant  to  thiv  breast ; " 

Forsooth,  thou  beat'st  "  for  me  alone  " 
8<Hne  inches  underneath  my  vest ! 


47 


km 


mUt^e^t^ 


^ 


THE  SADDEST  THING. 

SADDER  than  misery  Nero  heard, 
Sadder  than  plaint  of  an  orphaned  bird, 
Sadder  than  Day  when  the  Sun's  fair  face 
Disdains  her,  sadder  than  Sorrow's  trace 
On  the  lips  of  Love,  sadder  than  Sin, 
Sadder  than  Memoiy's  "  might  have  been," 
Sadder  than  dark  of  Error's  night, 
Sadder  than  wrong  defeating  right, 
Sadder  than  Dian's  dreamy  light. 
Sadder  than  fire  and  storm  and  blight, 
Sadder  than  birth  to  a  world  of  care. 
Sadder  than  death  to— oh !  who  knows  where  ? 
Sadder  than  else  which  the  world  contains 
Is  the  joke  a  man  makes— and  then  explains ! 


iS 


■j-n-><? 


T 


"FOUND  WANTING." 

JEANNE  D'ARC  Ucked  an  education  ; 
Pompadour  Ucked  depth  of  mind  ; 
Maintenon  lacked  toleration ; 
Esther  might  have  been  more  kind. 

Hebrew  Sarah  lacked  humanenew ; 

Good  Octavia  wanted  wit ; 
Greek  Xantippe  lacked  urbanenew ; 

Eliot  was  n't  ^AiV  a  bit. 

Cleopatra  lacked  humility ; 

Ruth  was  minus  worldly  wealth ; 
Bess  of  England  lacked  civility  ; 

Saint  Theresa  lacked  in  health. 

Aspasia  lacked  in  social  station  ; 

Paula  lacked  in  style  and  fashion ; 
De  StaU  lacked  domestication  ; 

Phryne  Hditt  lack  in  passion  ?— 

Polly 's  perfect,  but,  you  see 
Lacks  in  Mo  love  for  me. 


/."njpo^**"'  ■ 


an  education ; 
th  of  mind ; 

lore  kind. 

ineneu ; 

•  J 
anencM ; 


wealth; 
ility  ; 
liealth. 

ttion ; 
1  fashion ; 
don ; 
ision  ^— 


Sm*  k«nfy.  ktmfy  kmdi  fiui  frtlty  mtmiim, 
WUUftrf*€i  U$$mm  St  wititmt  a4kmHm. 


To  MORRIS  R.  HUGHES,  or  Cuvbland,  Omo, 

A  MODEL  MAH  OF  ■VSmBM,  A  WIM  GOOinBLU)*,  AMD  AM 
OBMIAL  niEKD.  AKD  TO   MY   OTME  VOUIBE  OfFICT- 

AsaooATBi,  Auton  ■aomaai,  i  ookdiailt 

SBMCATB  THB  TBMU  fOUOWmO. 


SI 


mmmamfiss*^ 


I 


■^ 


THE  TENDER-HEARTED  MAN. 

A  PLAIN,  rough  room  ; »  pUin,  wnooth  box ;  aye,  both 
M  plain 
As  V,  the  dead,  who  lay  as  all  have  lain, 
Or  will  lie,  sometime,  somewhere. 

Everything  was  still 
Save  where  the  clock  grieved  on,  as  if  its  will 
Would  serve  no  master,  since  the  old  one  passed 
From  out  that  narrow  lodgment  to  his  last. 

We  knew  but  little  oJ  him,  for  his  ways  were  shy, 

But  this  we  knew,  that  Sundays  he  passed  by 

The  small,  tude  church  we  backwoods  folk  had  made, 

And  neighbors  whispered  that  he  never  prayed ; 

And  so  we  cast  commiserating  glantes 

And  whispered  fears  about  his  future  chances. 

But  after  a  while  our  good  old  parson  rose. 
Unschooled,  uncultured,  but  a  king  to  those 
Whose  only  merits  have  been  taught  and  bred. 
And,  gating  on  the  white,  worn  face,  he  genUy  said : 

S3 


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54  A  PATCIf  OF  PANSISS. 

"I  don't  know  what  our  friend  believed.    He  never 

made  no  fuss 
Or  worry  over  it,  and  so  it  need  n't  worry  u^  _ 

He  nuiy  have  been  a  Baptist,  or  have  taken  Calvin  s 

Or  m"v^him  and  Ingersoll,  as  like  as  not,  agreed. 
He  mlrhavc  thought  God  made  us.  or  we  simply  ,ust 

But.^ri|S  or  wrong,  he  aihs  was  a  tender-hearted  man. 

"When  he  saw  a  cripple  comin',  did  he  walk  fast  and 

As  a  hlllfnconscious  .light  upon  the  other  fellow's  gait  ? 
No,  If    He  'd  sort  of  lag  along  by  that  poor  chap  and 

Like' heliked  to  beat  the  record  for  the  slowest-goin' 
It  w^n^  much,  but  that's  just  it.    It 's  doin'  what  you 
That'goes  to  make  the  value  of  a  tender-hearted  man. 
"  When  a  beggar-man  'ud  ask  him.  he  did  n't  smeU  'nd 

And  sa^he  Vi  give  a  nickel,  if  it  did  n't  go  for  drink. 
Whenhesaw  afallenmorul  he  didn't  quoteatext ; 
Se  he^d  him  up.  and  said. '  Who  knows  but  I  may  be 
the  next? 


S/£S. 

Relieved.    He  never 

worry  ut. 

have  taken  Calvin's 

e  as  not,  agreed. 

IS,  or  we  simply  ju«t 

I  tender-hearted  man. 
did  he  walk  fast  and 

;he  other  fellow's  gait? 
by  that  poor  chap  and 

I  for  the  slowest-goin' 
:.    It 's  doin'  what  you 
tender-hearted  roan, 
n,  he  did  n't  smeU  'nd 

did  n't  go  for  drink, 
id  n't  quote  a  text; 
ho  knows  but  I  may  be 


TffS   TENDBR'HRAHTBD  MAN. 


ss 


Who  knows  how  long  this  brother  fought,  or  how  his 

fault  bes«n?  .     -^    u-    »    >i^. 

Who  knows  that  he  could  conquer?'  said  this  tender- 
hearted man. 

"  A  half'growed,  half-starved  kitten  and  the  sparrow  it 

had  caught 
•Ud  both  stir  up  the  bottom  of  his  feelm   and  h:s 

'  Suclfawful'things  is  in  the  world.'  he  'd  say,  and  almost 

♦  It  's^Sighty  hard  that  Uttle  cat  or  else  the  bird  must  die. 
This  world  beats  me,  but  anyhow,  though  we  dont 

know  its  plan. 
Let 's  stop  a  little  trouble,'  says  this  tender-hearted  man. 

"  He  made  mistakes  and  had  his  sins,  but  never  claimed 

The  one  man  in  the  universe  that  had  the  right  idee ; 
Kc  r.cver  aimed  at  greatness  and  you  would  n  t  call  him 

smart,  .  .    v    _  :- 

But  if  he  lacked  a  hundred  ways,  he  made  it  up  m 

For  yo^an  search  your  little  world,  from  Beersheba  to 

And  c^''t  find  none  too  many  of  the  tender-hearted 
man." 


Mb, 


'S/SS. 

m  spoke  had  given 
rand  a  Heaven, 
usic  of  the  blest, 
rest, 

our  sight, 
;one  ari^t. 


OVER  THE  GET-THERE  ROAD. 

WHO  will  dare  the  road  to  There, 
The  There  of  gUttering  glory  ? 
Rough  it  is  as  a  Whitman  ode, 
Cruel  it  is  as  the  Russian  code. 
Long  it  is  as  the  devil's  goad  ; 
At  leaat,  so  runs  the  story. 
There 's  never  a  finger-post  nor  guide. 
Nor  beast  to  bear  your  load ; 
Beware  of  the  Reckless  Rapid's  tide 
And  of  Easy  Swamp  on  the  other  side ; 
Go  slow  and  sure,  for  you  cannot  ride 
Over  the  Get-There  Road.  . 

What 's  the  fare  to  get  toThere, 
The  There  of  marvellous  mention  ? 
Only  a  soul  of  smallest  breed. 
Only  a  fife  of  grasping  greed. 
Only  a  heart  whidi  does  not  heed 
Another's  right  or  plight  or  need, 
But  holds  its  own  intention. 

57 


58  A  PATCH  OF  PANSISS, 

I  saw  one  left  to  a  loathsome  pest, 
For  that  is  Get-There  mode. 
One  picked  the  purse  of  his  wretched  guest, 
One  trod  rough-shod  on  a  sweetheart's  breast, 
Over  the  Get-There  Road. 

What 's  the  share  of  those  of  There  ? 
Why,  every  taste  is  suited  ; 
Flaming  fame  or  a  ruling  rod, 
A  sunny  smile  of  the  golden  god, 
Or  may  be  six  by  two  of  sod, 
For  that 's  a  point  disputed. 
There  's  never  a  way  to  tell  what 's  true 
Of  that  select  abode. 
Till  you  pass  the  wall  which  bars  its  view. 
Over  or  under,  around  or  through. 
I  don't  know  how  it  is  done,  do  you  ? 
Most  of  us  don't,  but  some  of  us  do, 
Over  the  Get-There  Road. 

Then  who  would  care  to  get  to  There  ? 

Why, «//,  if  truth  be  spoken. 

Spite  of  scornful  gibe  and  sneer 

There  must  have  a  heartsome  cheer. 

And  can't  be  worse  than  being  here 

By  many  a  sign  and  token. 

Then  ho !  for  a  tramp  on  a  well-worn  track. 


VMS. 

pest, 

wretched  guest, 
reetheart's  breast, 
id. 

I  There  ? 


god, 

I, 

what 's  true 

1  bars  its  view, 
trough. 
,  do  you  ? 
of  us  do,, 
tad. 

t  to  There  ? 
I. 

meer 
oe  cheer, 
dug  here 

iwell-wom  track. 


OyxX  THE  GET'THBRB  MAD. 

Though  rough  as  a  Whitman  ode. 
Or  cruel  as  the  Russian  code, 
Or  long  as  the  devil's  goad, 
Whatever  it  is,  there 's  nothing  back, 
It  can't  be  worse  than  aeuldesM, 
So,  gird  up  your  loins,  pick  up  your  pack. 
And  hey  for  the  Get-There  Road  ! 


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^i!!l 


THE  ASCETIC— UP  TO  DATE. 

O,  what  i»  the  guard  for  a  soul  pressed  hard. 
When  the  devil  comes  a-wooing  ? 
And  why  do  I  lack  to  buffet  him  back, 
When  I  know  what  the  fiend  is  doing  ? 

In  the  shaded  gloom  of  my  narrow  room, 

I  sit  for  aye  and  ever  ; 
Yea,  yea,  for  I  swore  that  past  its  door 

I  would  wander  never — never. 

Yet  I  sometimes  look  from  the  tiring  book 
Beyond  the  half -swung  casement ; 

And  mine  eye  and  ear,  and  the  devil  near. 
All  tempt  to  my  soul's  abasement. 

Ah,  yes !    It  is  clear  that  eye  and  ear 
Are  leagued  with  the  cunning  devil, 

And  the  modest  gloom  of  my  well-kept  room 
They  would  turn  to  a  carnal  revel, 
to 


I  ^ 


O  DATE. 

ul  pressed  hard, 
wooing? 
m  back, 
i  is  doing  ? 

irow  room, 

its  door 
er. 

e  tiring  book 
ment ; 
e  devil  near, 
sment. 

and  ear 
Dg  devil, 
well-kept  room 
il  revel. 


r»S  ASCETIC-UJ'   TO  DATB. 


O,  why  should  the  mind  be  so  inclined 

To  what  it  forswore  forever  ? 
And  why  should  the  flesh  be  a  constant  mesh 

To  tangle  the  soul's  endeavor  ? 

When  up  to  my  cell  comes  a  fragrant  smell 
Of  the  weed  which  is  ever  burning, 

O,  why  does  it  serve  to  set  each  nerve 
On  edge  with  a  hungry  yearning  ? 

O,  why  does  the  shine  in  the  depths  of  wine, 

Of  which  I  am  set  to  thinking. 
Turn  all  my  blood  to  a  fiery  flood. 

When  I  do  not  approve  of  drinking  ? 

For,  indeed,  I  know  't  is  the  seed  of  woe, 
From  the  simplest  sin  to  slaughter ; 

And  yet  I  am  cursed  with  a  deep,  deep  thirst, 
Which  is  n't  appeased  by  water. 

O,  why  does  the  flirt  of  a  muslin  skirt, 
And  the  glimpse  of  a  up^ed  ankle, 

Send  a  sudden  zest  to  disturb  the  breast, 
And  to  lie  in  the  heart  and  rankle  ? 

0,  why  do  I  sigh  when  the  world  goes  by 

With  all  of  its  feathers  flying, 
When  I  know  it  sold  its  soul  for  gold 

On  the  scales  of  theft  and  lying  ? 


6i 


And  why  U  it  now  that  I  rtiU  allow 
The  whisper  that  tempts  abawmtnt : 

"  You  only  swore  not  to  pass  the  door, 
But  still  there  is  left— the  casement ! ' 


Ah,  devil,  you  lie,  for  tAe  rocm  is  I, 
And  though  I  must  listen  to  you, 

The  living  thrill  of  dcteimined  will 
Shall  soon  or  late  undo  you 

And  that  is  the  guard  for  a  soul  pressed  hard 
When  the  devU,  Self,  comes  wooing, 

For  who  can  fly  the  restraint  of  "  I," 
Except  to  his  own  undoing  ? 


iS^ff^'^ 


allow 
jaiemtat : 
the  door, 
casement ! ' 


m  is  /, 
to  you, 
led  will 

)U 

soul  pressed  hard 
es  wooing, 
tof  "V 


THE  OTHER  ONE  WAS  BC^TH. 

NOW,  by  the  rood,  as  Hamlet  says,  H  ^  ie-      me  sore 
to  say 
The  stage  is  not  a?  once  it  was  when  '  ^r.  wont  to  play. 
T  is  true  that  Irving,  dear  old  chap,  sti"  :  ves  a  deeent 

And  Mansfield  and  young  WiUa       -ea":'  act  the  best 

they  know; 
•T  is  true,  Dus*  and  Bernhardt,  for  we  must  n  t  be  too 

hard,  .  .  _ 

Are  very  fair,  for  women,  though  of  course  they  ought 

to  guard 
Against  some  bad-art  tendencies  ;  and  as  for  all  the  rest. 
There's  hardly  one,  I  may  say  none,  who  stands  the 

artist's  test.  ^      ^ 

True  artists  are  a  rare,  rare  breed  ;  there  were  but  two, 

forsooth. 
In  all  my  time,  the  stage's  prime !  and  the  other  one  was 

Booth. 
Why,  Mao— I  mean  Macready— but  we  always  caUed 

him  Mac ; 
And  old  Ned  Forrest  used  to  say,  or  so  they  once  tola 


i^f-^i'^ 


64  A  PA  TCH  OP  PANSIBS. 

Or,  that  i.,  Jack  McCuUough-well,  thi.  it  what  they 

There"tere  but  two  who  really  knew  how  Shakeipeare 

should  be  read. 
They  did  n't  mean  the  younger  Kean  nor  Jick ;  and  'iO 

perhaps 
It  caused  a  little  jealousy  among  the  lesser  chaps. 
They    said   that    Lawrence    Barrett    was  entitled    to 

respect ;  . .    .        j.  i    * 

But  as  for  Tom  Salvini,  well,  his  dago  dialect 
Would  never  do  for  Shakespeare  ;  so,  to  tell  the  simple 

TherTliwe  only  two  men  in  it ;  and  the  other  one  was 
Booth. 

Don't  think  conceit  is  in  me  tongue.    'T  is  something  I 

But  1*  my  say  that  in  me  day  I  've  figured  with  the 

best. 
Why,  Kalamazoo,  and  Oshkosh,  too,  and  Kankakee  as 

Wenrfldrly  wild,  nor  man  nor  child  stirred  when  the 

curtain  fell.  . 

The  S.  R.  O.  was  hung  each  night ;  our  show  was  such  a 

They' to^k  the  ushers  off  the  floor  and  ushered  from  the 
stage ! 


fBS. 

,  this  it  what  they 
!W  how  Shakespeare 
a  nor  Jick ;  and  w 

>  lesser  chaps. 

tt    was  entitled    to 

go  dialect 

BO,  to  tell  the  simple 

d  the  other  one  was 

>.  'T  is  something  I 
've  figured  with  the 
)0,  and  Kankakee  as 
lild  stirred  when  the 
our  show  was  such  a 
and  ushered  from  the 


rifM  OTHER  ONS  WAS  BOOTH.  ^ 

From    Kissimee   to   San    Louee,  from    Nawrleans  to 

Duluth, 
Just  two  stars  hit  a  little  bit;  and  the  other  one  was 

Booth. 

I  liked    Ed   Booth,  for    he  was  such  a  royal-hearted 

fellow,  ^  .   „ 

We  never  had  a  jealousy.    When  he  put  on  Othello 
His  lago  was  much  like  to  mine,  likewise  his  stage 

direction; 
But  what  cared  Ed  what  critics  said,  since  /  made  no 

objection!  .       .       ..    u 

Ah,  me  !    That  day  is  past ;  the  play  has  lost  Us  hon- 

ored  station :  _i    j      i 

Who  reads  aright,  rage,  sorrow,  fright,  or  tragic  desoia- 

tion?  .    ..  „    L 

Aye,  who  can  reach  to  Hamlet's  speech,    To  be  or  not 

Or  wUd  Macbeth's  cry,  "Never  shake  thy  gory  locks  at 

Or  Lear's  appeal:  "Oh,  let  mt  not  be  mad,  sweet 
heavens,  not  mad ! "  .      ^.„     *u        i 

Or  Shylock's  rage :  "  I  'U  have  me  bond  !  Ah,  me ! 
it  makes  me  sad 

To  think  it  all,  and  then  recall  the  drama  of  me  youth. 

When  there  were  Iwo  who  read  lines  true ;  and  the 
other  one  was  Booth. 


A  COVRTIN*  CALL. 

An*  put  on  stuff  to  make  her  whiter, 
An*  fuwed  till  ihe  'd  'a'  cried,  the  taxi, 
4ut  that  'Id  make  her  eye«  to  red. 


THEM  ! 

They  sot  together  in  the  dark 
'Ithout  a  light,  excep'  their  spark, 
An*  neither  could  have  told  er  guessed 
What  way  the  t'other  un  was  dressed  1 


«; 


IJ.M^\  .iing«.ainmw!Si--'' 


M ! 


DAN,  yu  'U  never  find  another 
Like  the  hand  of  good  old  mother, 
Which  hez  labored  fer  yer  bread. 
Yes,  more  'n  that,  'f  all  b*  said, 
Fer  she  won  'nd  then  she  made  it ; 
'Nd  such  bread !  yu  would  n't  trade  it 
Fer  no  bankwit,  if  yu  knew 
How  yu  '11  ache  for 't  when  she 's  through 
Doin'  fer  yu.    Don't  yu  s'pose 
Like  enough  the  old  man  knows  ? 

Yes,  I  know  it  ain't  ei  milky 
In  its  looks,  ner  yet  ez  silky 
In  its  feel,  ez 't  use*  to  be. 
But  'f  these  old  eyes  can  see 
Ev'ry  line 's  a  liae  of  beauty, 
Er  a  mark  fer  well  done  duty. 
No  use  talkin',  Dan,  it 's  so. 
Guess  the  old  man  ought  to  know. 
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:novvS. 

nother 

9d  old  mother, 

r  bread, 

said, 

made  it ; 

d  n't  trade  it 

w 

n  she  '8  through 

pose 

knows  ? 


ilky 
ky 

•« 
see 

uty, 

duty. 

so. 

to  know. 


THE  OLD  MAN  KNOWS. 

•Nd  how  cv'ry  faded  finger 
Loves  to  touch  yu  'nd  to  linger 
In  yer  hair.    Yu  '11  understand 
Bettei  some  day  'bout  that  hand. 
Nothin'  else  can  do  ez  much  ez 
Them  same  peacefil,  tender  touches. 
How  they  soothe  'nd  how  old  Sorro* 
Sneaks  until  some  sad  to-morro'. 
Dan,  O  Dan,  the  old  man  knows ; 
He  hed  a  mother,  don't  yu  s'pose  ? 


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''■^m'^kw9^^i^xis^s&^fS-^^^^»^''^'^'->''^^^~ 


ieg«i5gs»'*?R«^ 


' 


LAUGH  A  LITTLE  BIT. 

HERE  'S  a  motto,  just  your  fit- 
Laugh  a  little  bit. 
When  you  think  you  're  trouble  hit, 
Laugh  a  little  bit. 
Look  misfortune  in  the  face. 
Brave  the  beldam's  rude  grimace  ; 
Ten  to  one  't  will  yield  its  place. 
If  you  have  the  wit  and  grit 
Just  to  laugh  a  little  bit. 

Keep  your  face  with  sunshine  lit, 
Laugh  a  little  bit 
All  the  shadows  off  will  flit, 
If  you  have  the  grit  and  wit 
Just  to  laugh  a  little  bit. 

Cherish  this  as  sacred  writ- 
Laugh  a  little  bit. 
Keep  it  with  you,  sample  it, 
Laugh  a  little  bit. 
Little  ills  will  sure  betide  you. 
Fortune  may  not  sit  beside  you, 
Men  may  mock  and  fame  deride  you, 
But  you  '11  mind  them  not  a  whit 
If  you  laugh  a  little  bit. 


i  BIT. 

^our  fit — 

Duble  hit, 

ce. 

primace  ; 
I  place, 
jrit 

ihine  lit, 

lit, 
wit 


e  you, 
ide  you, 
le  deride  you, 
lot  a  whit 


And  lure 's  u  bwck  ofposia  of  and  for  the  youngest  of  us . 
lumg  may  thty  crow  it  over  m  and  worry  us  attdhve  us. 


To  Herbert  Wilbur  Porter, 
"  OUR  BABY," 

AND  TO  ALL  HIS  FBLLOWS  WHO  AM  OROWINO  UP  TO-DAY  TO 
T8I  WORLD  GRIATIR  AMD  BXTTBR  TO-MORROW. 


LEOPOLD. 

THIS  is  the  story  of  Leopold, 
A  man  of  the  world,  just  five  years  old, 
A  Uttle  bit  wise  and  a  little  bit  bold, 
Who  wanted  a  guinea  of  gold 


Poor  little,  sad  little  iive-year^ld, 
Of  woes  of  avarice  never  told. 
Too  much  charmed  by  gleamy  gold, 
Wanted  one  piece  to  have  and  to  hold. 


Papa  might  laugh,  and  mamma  mig  t  scold, 
Toys  grow  tarnished  or  gray  with  r    id, 
Porridge  be  hot  or  porridge  be  col 
Little  cared  little  Leopold. 

Out  of  the  house  the  boykin  strf^Hed, 
And  round  and  round  the  blue  ^  es  rolled, 
Always  looking  for  gold,  gol '  gold. 
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74 


A  PA  TCH  OF  PANSIES. 

Money  was  everywherfr-wealth  untold- 
Copper  and  sUver,  and  glistening  gold, 
Greedily  grasped  and  stingily  doled, 
Cheated  for,  fought  for,  bought  and  sold. 

Across  the  counters  it  slid  and  rolled  ; 
And  big  iron  safes  looked  cross  and  cold 
And  stretched  their  arms  to  catch  and  hold, 
As  a  miser  does,  the  gleamy  gold. 
And  who  could  have  forced  or  who  cajoled 
One  piece  from  their  grasping,  clasping  hold  ? 

Tired,  so  tired,  grew  our  five-year-old ; 

Hunting  feet  should  be  harder  soled ; 

And  the  big  church  bell  the  death-knell  tolled 

Of  by-gone  hours,  till  at  last  he  strolled 

Into  a  street  of  another  mold 

Where  nothing  was  bought  and  nothing  sold. 

"  Ho  ! "  sniffed  sad  little  Leopold, 

As  if  to  say  that  to  search  for  gold 

In  a  place  where  none  of  it  round  him  rolled 

Were  foolish  in  a  wise  five-year-old. 


'•*»>«*^ 


He  turned  to  go,  when  lo,  and  behold  ! 
Down  at  his  feet  in  the  untrod  mold 
Lay  a  bright  guinea  of  gold !  gold  !  gold  ! 


fsrss. 

jalth  untold — 
ening  gold, 
ily  doled, 
ught  and  sold. 

and  rolled ; 
:ross  and  cold 
D  catch  and  hold, 
y  gold. 

i  or  who  cajoled 
ling,  clasping  hold  ? 

ve-year-old ; 

rder  soled ; 

te  death-knell  tolled 

ist  he  strolled 

Did 

t  and  nothing  sold. 

Leopold, 

,  for  gold 

it  round  him  rolled 

e-year-old. 

,  and  behold ! 
ntrod  mold 
>ld !  gold  !  gold 


LEOPOLD. 

But  no  one  ever  has  seen  or  told 

Of  a  happy  hunter  after  gold ; 

"  I  want  some  more  !  "  cried  Leopold. 

Now  are  n't  we  all  like  five-year-old, 
After  something  gleamy  as  gold  ? 
And  perhaps  the  prize  we  hope  to  hold 
Is  down  the  street  we  have  n't  strolled  ; 
So  be  a  bit  wise  and  a  little  bit  bold. 
But  dim't  be  greedy  like  l<Gazi»ld ! 


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THE  NEW  ST.  NICHOLAS. 

TWAS  ChrUtmai  Eve  and  NicholMCUu* 
Went  back  to  hii  rtore  from  the  boardmg- 
house. 

Trade  was  poor  and  Chrirtmas  cheer 
Was  not  for  a  man  with  a  losing  year. 
Lessening  cash  and  growing  debt 
Never  made  any  man  happy  yet. 
Growing  expense  and  lessening  sales  ; 

He  scowled  his  brow  and  bit  his  nails. 

Creditors  pressing  and  debtors  slow  ; 

He  slammed  his  desk  and  he  turned  to  go, 

And  said,  addressing  the  nearest  wall, 

*♦  What 's  the  use  of  tr^  ing  at  all  ? 

I  wish  this  weary  life  were  past ;     ^ 
I  wish  thif  Christraaa  were  my  last. 
When,  drifting  in  on  a  wintry  blast 
Came  the  fairest  mite  of  a  fairy  girl. 
Golden  hair  in  a  tangled  curl  ; 
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KOLAS. 

id  Nicholas  Claut 
re  from  the  boarding- 


maii  cheer 
osing  year, 
gdebt 
yyet. 

niog  sales ; 
At  his  nails, 
tors  slow ; 
lie  turned  to  go, 
learest  wall,    . 
at  all? 

past ; 
my  last." 
try  blast 
fairy  girl, 
uri ; 


1» 


T^S  NEW  ST.  NICHOLAS. 

Shoes  unbuttoned,  but  face  as  bright 
As  the  fairest  star  on  the  clearest  night. 


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"  Well  ? "  said  Nicholas,  after  a  pause. 

"  Pease,  sir,  is  oo  dood  Mister  Tlaws  ? " 

" '  Claws,'  they  call  me,  little  mouse. 

Who  don't  know  the  honest  Dutch  of  '  Klowse,' 

But  how  in  the  mischief  came  you  here 

And  how  do  you  know  my  name,  my  dear  ?  " 

The  little  maid  answered,  "  Knows  it,  tause 
Me  knows  how  to  spell  it.  Mister  Tlaws. 
Mama  teached  roe  ;  she  knows,  I  dess, 
Zers  's  a  c,  an'  a  1,  an'  a  a-oo-s, 
An'  I  seened  it  on  oor  window-pane. 
An'  pease,  Mister  Tlaws,  won't  oo  etspldn 
How  ve  'ittle  deers  an'  sled  tan  fly  ? 
An'  tan  vey  ever  fly  up  so  high 
As  mama  an'  me  is,  way  up  top 
Free  floors  over  vc  drocery  shop  ?  " 

"  People  and  deer  can  do  great  things 
If  only  they  try — though  they  don't  have  wings, 
And  what  would  you  want  ttie  deer  to  take 
You  and  your  mama  ?    Apples  and  cake, 
A  doll  and  a  hobby-horse,  candy,  too  ? 
How  do  yon  think  that  Hat  would  do  ? " 


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A  PATCH  OF  PAySlRS. 

The  little  one's  eyes  grew  wide  and  bright 

At  bare  suggestion  of  such  delight, 

But  she  closed  her  lips  and  shook  her  head. 

"  Me  yams  a  sown-«ehint;'  she  said. 

"  A  big  man  bringed  us  yun,  yun  day, 

But  n'ujzer  man  taked  it  all  away. 

An*  w'en  he  was  don',  my  mama  c'yed, 

An'  me  tlimbed  up,  an'  ast  her  why  'd   ^ 

She  c'y,  and  she  says  ♦  Tause  wese  poor. 

So  pease,  Mister  Tlaws,  won't  oo  bnn*  yun  to  er  ? 

Nicholas  swallowed  hard  and  felt 

His  eyes  grow  warm  and  moist  and  melt 

Over  his  lashes.    Down  he  bent 

And  picking  the  little  tot  up,  he  went 

Out  to  the  stable,  saying,  "  Here 

Is  Queenie.    She  '11  do  instead  of  deer. 

Into  the  harness  went  the  mare 
And  into  the  sleigh  our  worthy  pair. 
With  the  best  machine  in  the  goodly  house 
Of  his  new  found  saintship,— Nicholas  Claus. 
"  Now  tuck  in  good  from  this  driving  snow 
And  tell  me  which  is  the  way  to  go." 

"  Ooh  !  "said  the  child  with  an  injured  look, 
••  Is  n't  us  down  in  oor  'ittle  book  ? " 


"-^.. 


VSIRS, 

It  and  bright 

slight, 

look  her  head. 

s  said. 

yun  day, 

away. 

ima  c'yed, 

cr  why  'd 

we«e  poor.' 

toobrin'yun  to'er?" 

d  felt 

ist  and  melt 

>ent 

I,  he  went 

■iere 

>ad  of  deer." 

tare 

thy  pair, 

le  goodly  house 

—Nicholas  Claus. 

lis  driving  snow 

ay  to  go." 

\i  an  injured  look, 
shook?" 


TMM  NBW  ST.  NICHOLAS. 


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"  Bless  my  soul,  but  I  quite  forgot 

To  look  the  address  up,  little  tot. 

You  '11  have  to  show  me."    So  she  showed 

The  way  to  carry  the  precious  load, 

And  Nicholas  tip-toed  three  flights  high  . 

And  set  it  down ;  then  breathed,  "  Good-bye, 

Little  heroine-baby  ;  better  go  in 

Or  mama  won't  know  where  on  earth  you  've  been. 

Her  little  head  took  a  bashful  tip, 

And  a  finger  sought  the  rosebud  lip  ; 

Then  shyly  patting  one  of  his  knees. 

The  little  maid  said,  "  Tan't  me  tiss  oo,  pease  ? " 

Nicholas  clasped  her  close  and  tight. 
And  the  darling  laughed  her  pure  delight. 
And  said,  "  Tan't  me  tall  oo  '  Santy,'  'tause 
Me  lites  oo  so  much.  Mister  Tlaws." 

A  happier  man  than  Nicholas  Claus 
Never  went  home  to  a  boarding-house. 
But  first  he  arranged  for  a  Chriatmas  pack 
To  be  sent  to  the  girl  on  the  fourth  floor  back  ; 
And  he  subled  Queenie,  and  fixed  her  right 
To  stand  the  rigorous  winter  night. 
And  bought  a  dozen  newsboys  out. 
Greeted  hi»  fri«ads  with  a  chwry  shout, 


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And  laughed  and  said,  "  By  George,  it 't  queer 
That  the  biggest  credit  I  've  got  this  year 
Is  charged  to  Profit  and  Loss  account ; 
For  the  entry  of  that  one  small  amount 
Has  balanced  all  of  my  woes.    1 11  start 
All  over  again,  with  a  braver  heart. 

ISo,  dear  little  girl,  thy  gift  to  me 
Is  far,  far  more  than  mine  to  thee." 


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1 11  start 
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le 
lee." 


A  WATCHWORD. 

WHEN  you  find  a  certain  lack 
In  the  stiffness  of  your  back 
At  a  threatened  fierce  attack. 
Just  the  hour 

That  you  need  your  every  power, 
Look  a  bit 

For  a  thought  to  baffle  it. 
Just  recall  that  every  knave, 
Every  coward,  can  be  brave. 
Till  the  time 

That  his  courage  should  be  prime- 
Then  't  is  fled. 
Keep  jrour  head ! 
What  a  folly  't  is  to  lose  it 
Just  the  time  you  want  to  use  it ! 

When  the  ghost  of  some  old  shirk 
Comes  to  plague  you,  and  to  lurk 
In  your  study  or  your  work. 
Here 's  a  hit 

Like  enough  wfll  settle  it. 
8i 


■♦      -"-•■■..w.(»' 


8a  A  PATCH  OF  PANSIES, 

*    Knowledge  b  a  worthy  prize  ; 

Knowledge  comes  to  him  who  tries — 

Whose  endeavor 

Ceases  never. 

Everybody  would  be  wise 

As  his  neighbor,  ^: 

Were  it  not  that  they  whirlabor 

For  the  trophy  creep,  creep,  creep, 

While  the  others  lag  or  sleep ; 

And  the  sun  comes  up  some  day 

To  behold  one  on  his  way 

Past  the  goal 

Which  the  soul 

Of  another  has  desired, 

But  whose  motto  was,  "  I  'm  tired. 


When  the  task  of  keeping  guard 

Of  your  heart — 

Keeping  weary  watch  and  ward 

Of  the  part 

You  are  called  upon  to  play 

Every  day — 

Is  becoming  dry  and  hard. 

Conscience  languid,  virtue  irksome. 

Good  behaviour  growing  worhtome^ — 

Think  this  thought : 

Doubtless  everybody  could, 


UES. 

«; 

nrho  trie* — 


ftbor 
I,  creep, 

p; 

e  day 


n  tired." 


[uard 
rard 


irksome, 
vrksome, — 


A    WATCHWORD. 

Doubtless  everybody  would, 

Be  superlatively  good, 

Were  it  not 

That  it 's  harder  keeping  straight 

Than  it  is  to  deviate  ; 

And  to  keq>  the  way  of  right, 

You  must  have  the  pluck  to  j^hi. 


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I  top  of  the  map, 
in  his  cap. 

y  old  poll, 

id  the  scroll 

,  out,  for  hit  soul. 

missed, 

■e  those  lost  from  the 


"  ON  THE  JUDGMUNT  DAY.' 


"  HTHAT  Jim  Young  's  a  mean  old  thing. 

*     What  you  think  he  done  ? 
He  knocked  my  alley  out  the  ring 
'N'  grabbed  it  up  'n'  run. 
An'  it  was  n't  keepses,  like  he  says  it  was  ; 
Keeps  is  wicked  gamblin' ;  knows  it,  too,  he  does. 
Why  'd  he  run  away  for,  if  he  thought  tuz  fair  ? 
He 's  a  MAM,  9U  cheater,  now  !  but  I  don't  care. 
He  '11  git  ketohed  up  sometime  where  he  can't  run  'way; 
He  'U^  a  lickiti  on  the  Judgmunt  Day. 


"  What  you  laughin'  at  ?    It 's  so. 
If  you  're  bad  er  naughty ! 
Guess  my  mother  ought  to  know, 
'N'shetol'meVTottie 
Not  to  tell  no  stories,  ner  to  wj  bad  things, 
Ner  hook  the  groc'ry  apples,  ner  to  puU  flies'  wings, 
Ner  b'unpolite  to  comp'ny,  ner  walk  the  raib^ad  ties, 
Ner  to  fight — specMy  fellers  not  yer  size — 
Ner  never  go  a  swimmin',  less  she  says  we  may, 
Er  we  '</git  a  lickin'  on  the  Judgmunt  Day. 

»5 


»  A  PATCH  or  PANSIKS. 

"Joey  Smith,  he  '■  orful  bad. 

He 't  mucher  badder  'n  me. 

He 's  a  tUaier.    Oncet  he  had 

Two  birdnestt  from  our  tree, 

An'  the  little '  cheepses '— coune  they  could  n't  fly — 

Jus'  was  lef  there,  nakid,  on  the  groun'  to  die. 

I  was/Kf*  as  mai  as  ever  I  could  be. 

I  'd  a  mUi  that  feller !  but  he 's  bigger  'n  me. 

I  don't  care.    He  'U  catch  it.    'N'  so  'U  Grace  'n'  Nell, 

'Cause  they  tol'  I  whispered,  'n'  they  at^kUtU  tell. 

'N'  I  was  kep'  at  recess,  so 's  I  could  n't  play ; 

Teacher '//  git  a  lickin'  on  the  Judgmunt  Day. 

"  If  I  'm  good  as  sugar,  say  ! 

Wun't  I  have  the  fun 

Watchin'  other  chaps  that  day 

When  the  lickin  's  done  ? 

Gee !    I  '11  do 't.    I  '11  try  to  alius  '  use  the  mat,' 

Keep  the  ten  commandments,  never  plague  the  cat, 

Take  good  care  of  Tottie,  not  play  games  too  rough — 

Be  like  grannie  tells  me,  'n'  if  that  ain't  good  'nough, 

I  '11  jus'  walk  up,  yessir,  up  to  God  'n'  say, 

' I 'm  here  to  talM my  lick^ I'  on  the  Judgmunt  Day." 


'^tf^^ii^Sf«^^sisBm^sm^>y-^'T " 


U£X 


sy  could  n't  fly — 
>un'  to  die. 

[ger  'n  ne. 

0  ni  Grace  'n'  Nell, 
'  oigkUnt  telL 

1  n't  play ; 
rant  Day. 


ise  the  mat,' 

plague  the  cat, 

punet  too  rough — 

n't  good  'nough, 

n'say, 

le  Judgmunt  Day.' 


"AUFWIEDERSEH'N.' 


S7 


KIND  word  of  hope,  "  Auf wiedemh't)," 
Remiading  we  shall  meet  again. 
I  would  thy  coMtant  spell  could  bless 
Bach  fading,  fleeting  happiness, 
Like  loyal,  loving  lips,  which  press 
And  only  part  to  re^caress. 

The  sun  sinks  down  and  all  is  night. 
But  lo !  in  Heaven's  awesome  height 
His  splendors  in  the  stars  remain 
As  Nature's  grand  "  Aufwiederseh'n." 

So  would  I  have  thy  presence  lend 
Itt  solace,  even  to  the  end  ; 
And  when  one  passes,  pray  detain 
The  thoui^t  of  those  who  still  remain 
And  rob  the  parting  of  ito  pain 
With  thy  sweet  hope, 

"Aufwiederseh'n." 


